Yes, I received it, Ellen, thanks a lot. Will answer next week as I have so much work for my fleamarket tomorrow. It snowed today and is ugly outside. Hope you have a wonderful week-end and feel better soon, both of your, warmest regards Mitza

Hope it went well. We are supposed to get a blizzard tomorrow and Tues. I can’t go out anyhow because still too sick. I got worse instead of better. My husband is better though not out of the woods yet. Stay well, Ellen

Boy, are you sharp!! I had just taken my first trial dose of Lithium Orotate this morning and a little later I wrote the poem. So, yes, I am feeling better. We’ll see how it goes. Still have to withdraw from the final half dose of the poison they had me on. Hope you are doing well!! It seems like you are. Your work has been great! Thanks for writing. xx ellen

🙂 Glad to hear that you’re doing well, Ellen. It’s such a trial changing meds.
Thanks for the kind words about my recent work. I sure am a whole lot happier and more relaxed since I moved into my lovely little flat. x x

To tell you the truth, I don’t know what to think of it either, maybe I even sent you the wrong one. What I do think is that they don’t have it figured out yet, and since it’s okay for women to be shy, they let it slide for quite a long time. They tend to think it’s “normal” for women to be shy and clumsy, because after all, they are women. So it goes unnoticed.

I think you hit the nail on the head. Women slip under the radar as I did by being very quiet and unproblematic– maybe until adulthood. Teachers asked me why I was so withdrawn but I sure as hell didn’t know the answer to that and they never thought to talk to my parents or get me help because I was not a trouble maker in school. Sound familiar to you? Was that your experience?

I was extremely clumsy, didn’t speak until I was 5 ( but when I spoke I spoke well), that’s when they thought I had hearing problems. Then, instead of playing with dolls, I had a compulsion for collecting things and I had to learn the names and details for everything, namely in the science field.

Maria, thank YOU for sharing so much with me. And thank you for the very generous words. Sometimes I feel like quitting. Comments like yours encourage me to go on. I hope one day you might share your story.

Ellen, I’m too shy to do that publicly, it could seem as if I were trying to draw attention to myself or gain sympathy. Plus, I’m also depressed which could make things worst. But how wonderful, to see you with a book out, beautiful artwork, and career fulfillment. Don’t quit on being a spokesperson about this condition, you’re providing many readers an outlet with just this website. In fact, I’ve said it here for the first time, in public.

Oh, from your blog I would not think you shy. And besides, I am much older than you are, I think, and one loses some shyness as one ages. I am so glad you find my blog an outlook. Thank you for your encouragement. You have such a professional looking blog and educational, too. Warmest wishes, Ellen

Husband is home sick with sinus infection. Son is back to school, but taking meds for sinus infection. I’m holding down the fort. Stomachs are not well. Just a long-lingering gurgling not copacetic virus attacking our digestive systems. Our internist told my husband that the stomach/intestinal distress was the stomach flu (still). I haven’t bothered going to the doctor. I have a virus. No kidding. Don’t have sinus infection. At least, not that I’m aware of… Anyway that’s way more information than I should be sharing…

I am sorry to hear all this. Are you holding down the fort sick or well? My husband is still home from work and I was holding down the fort pretty well until I succumbed a few days ago. It really is debilitating. Maybe a doctor’s visit is in order. Take care and hope we all are soon well again after all this illness!

I like winter too – the nature has a rest, insects have a long sleep, no buzzing in the air – everything so silent and still – so still that my own thoughts seems to be noisy – I love winter as it inspires me a lot.